WHY

All I feel like is drowning in the sorrows that are deep

I need you, my medicine, like you're my nicotine

All life does is just stress me out

Even when I'm with you, I feel like you're my ecstasy

You treat this like it's a competition

While I sit here and just figure out the definition

Of what we mean?

You question what we mean

But I don't wanna admit it, we're in shit positions

I said I wouldn't let go, you wouldn't do the same so

So why can't we just work it out?

Oh, work it out